Today's OneWord: Gold

She had gold in her teeth. Flakes stuck between her molars, dust coating the harsh enamel that had begun to yellow throughout the years. She wore no crowns, but it was as if her mouth was a living, breathing mine, with ore gleaming from her tongue instead of bacteria or germs. Maya stepped away from her cautiously, staring at the glow emitting from her mouth.

"What?" she asked, as if the metal did not slur her speech.